Watching You Eat in the Nude While the Television Is On
Outside, the roots of one tree are exposed.
I must think air and swallow
My suffering then was light,
me with the sex of wet hay
My mind the ring of Saturn
You with eyes that offer full cups of soup
There was no light pushing the sounds of love forward.
I almost drown in my own spit.
"Plastic doesn't shatter," I tell him.
My daily life is filled with sacred moments.
Outside, the roots of one tree are exposed.